there was no romance on a cold winter ocean and the gale sang an awful song
I went to bed at 12:30 a.m., go me. Yes, you read it here first, folks. So now I'm trying to talk myself out of talking myself out of going to church. I'm still sleepy like I was last night, and I'm really beginning to think it's Adderall-induced fatigue. I hate that, but darnit, the stuff works for me jobwise. So, anyway, I really should go to church and actually try to be social. I don't have a church up here in the wilds of Northern RI yet, and I've been to this one and I like it (and not only that, they even have a CUUPS group), so, um. Yeah.
I have a cell phone again, yay! I was eligible for an upgrade (actually, I used mr_t00by's upgrade, since he used mine when his phone broke last year). This thing has all sorts of features, like woah, a camera, which I don't really need, but apparently all the new ones have one.
Speaking of cameras, I haven't forgotten the picspam meme. I don't have a camera cable and the port for my SD card doesn't appear to be working, either. As soon as those problems are taken care of, I'll post pictures again. *sigh*
The first time I heard about this, I pretty much sat back and waited for this. I'm apparently not the only predictable one in the universe. *loves* Also: Prospect of a S&A spinoff = good. I'm not holding my breath, but still. Much with the yay at the very notion. Also #2: Dear Toronto Sun: Please update your picture files. You can even have one of mine. Honestly.
I'd better stop procrastinating and actually get a passport. Trivia: I look naked in my old one, because I was wearing a sundress with no straps, and it was a head shot (and hey, I was twenty years old, I could get away with dresses like that back then). Also, if the US government is forcing me to get a passport, shouldn't they pay for it? I mean, yeah, if I was going to France I'd say fine, because France would make me have one, too. But I'm going to Nova Scotia, fergodssake, and I'm pretty sure it's the US that cares if I have one or not, not Canada. Without a passport I can go there, but I can't come back. *narrows eyes* Hmmmm. "I'm sorry, work/family/etc., I'm not allowed back in the country. I know, it's a tragedy." *buys warm clothes, dresses in layers, enrolls here, joins travelling fiddle troupe, has weekly ceilidhs, wins lottery, imports family, buys us all houses*
I never noticed it before, but Stan Rogers? Had a sexy voice (is there another word for "sexy", because I hate that word, and is it okay to say dead people have sexy voices?). I never really noticed it until I put "Fisherman's Wharf" (my current favourite Stan song *g*) on my iPod. Maybe it's just me, because I'm a sucker for husky baritone voices. Here, listen:
I basically have to go to ComicCon New York, don't I? Because, *sputter* Now I just have to figure out what day and buy tickets for mr_t00by and I before they're gone. If they're not already.
Oh, and joandarck? I can't get the whole Barrett's Privateers/Irish Rover/DS/Crossover!Fixit!AU out of my head. I think I might really really have to write it. I'm not sure if I want to thank you for this or run screaming from the room, because I'm thinking serious story, not crackfic, and it's gonna mean research. If I do it, it'll be the first really long thing I've ever written. Now to figure out what's Irish for Kowalski.
I've sufficiently talked myself into going to church (because I'm NOT a hermit, honest!), so I'd better go get ready. And then, yay, housework!